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- [Dispatcher] Units to
your post assignments.

-Focus, go, go.

-Lieutenant?

-Captain.

- Everything set?

(sirens blaring)

- Yes, yes, everything's
set, Captain.

-How many on your team?

- Triangular sir, three.
- All right let's do it.

(sirens blaring)

- That's just what
I needed today.

What happened?

Do you mind telling me
what's going on here?

- Perimeter, Captain, your call.

- All right keep the
perimeter, sergeant.

Watch the flank,
left flank going up.

- Well, how long is this
gonna take to clear?

-
Broadhurst, left flank.

(bomb exploding)

- Okay, hold it right there.

I've got enough plutonium here

to blow this tower off-world!

Okay?

Huh?

-It's okay.

Simply a phone.

Phone.

In fact I don't believe in
implants at all, not at all.

Need it for the photographs.

The inevitable insurance
claim, that's it, that's it.

- Look.

-I don't
believe in them at all.

I understand, I understand.
- Look.

- Need it for the photographs,

that's it, that's it.

You're safe.

- You're tweaking, Dyson.

Can you even think straight?

- You think I'm tweaking so bad

that I cannot push this button?

- You didn't have
to kill My-Ling.

- That asshole?

- She knew you were
an extortionist

and she knew you weren't dead.

I guess you did
have to kill her.

- Are you kidding me?

She was a good lay,
that's about it.

She was irritating as hell

when her legs
weren't in the air.

I used her data unit
to store my exit plan.

And then I found her
breaking into my house

trying to rob my piggy bank.

(weapon beeps)

- Take him out!

(slow futuristic music)

(sighs)

- A trophy for solving the case?

- This evidence.

You know I don't
believe in mementos.

Justice is all I want.

(slow futuristic music)

- You do realize
that if we chose to,

we could live a life completely
free from want or despair?

- I want to balance the scales.

- I know we both
have a dark side.

Maybe, one day we can
bring that into the light.

- That's the only
way I know how to be.

Your efforts as an
Outside Security Advisor

are duly noted and appreciated.

- Well, thank you, ma'am.

(slow seductive music)

If you had to, if
you had to choose

between me and the job,

what would you say?

- That day will never come.

- Well just so you know,

I would give up absolutely
everything to be with you.

Absolutely everything.

(slow seductive music)

- I couldn't go on
if you were gone.

(phone beeping)

Don't answer that.

- I've got to.

- Has the civil servant
finished tainting you

with her crudeness?

Should I order tacos
for dinner tonight?

- Hey, Vinegar Face.

I'll have a protein
shake later, thank you.

She can kiss my
ass, both cheeks.

(laughs)

Just let her know.

- She didn't mean that.

Did you finish wiring the
panic room at the mansion?

Thank you.

(slow dramatic music)

(scoffs)

(horn blaring)

- You know we're being watched.

- Cadman says that Adams
is still our there.

She's vulnerable.

We've got cover in here.

We act now, man, we
can hurt the bitch bad.

But we gotta do it now.

- Listen.

If you let me adjust your
slightly drug addled plan,

I might be able to
get us maximum damage.

Now back off me, junkie!

Get back!

(slow dramatic music)

(moves into steady upbeat music)

- Let me breathe!

Why are you smothering
me with your love?

- I only want to do this for us.

Why won't you do this, Femmie?

- I wish I didn't
love you so much.

You do love me, don't you?

- (laughs) Of course I do.

Now if we miss the train,
we won't get back in time.

- Why do we have
to take the train?

I hate it.

Can't we just take a cab?

- With what money?

But maybe we can get
our hands on some.

- [Femmie] Oh, god.

- Over there.

(steady upbeat music)

They look lost.

- Why do I always
have to do it, Tony?

- 'Cause you're the best
at what you do, babe,

with your velvet tongue.

I'll meet you at the
CAL LINK station.

We'll grab a cab from there.

Go on.

(steady upbeat music)

(digital beeping)

- Hi.

I'm lost too.

Can I look at the map with you?

- Oh, no, we're not lost.

We're just trying to
find our bearings.

- We've been trying to find
our bearings for 15 minutes

and we always end up back here.

- It's this damn GPS,
wacky around here.

- This is my first
time in San Francisco

and they told me
that I couldn't leave

without seeing Chinatown.

So.

We're right here on the map.

Where do you guys want to go?

- We're tying to get back
to our hotel, the Fairmont.

- Why, I'm staying
at the Mark Hopkins.

Okay, let's see,

the quickest way
to get around town

is on the CAL LINK subway and

the map says that there's
a station two blocks up.

So, I can take you
there. (laughs)

- That's awfully kind of you.

Come on, Spencer.

(digital beeping)

- How 'bout we just go
out through the alley,

I'm mean, I'm tired of walking.

- I don't know.

It looks kind of
dangerous to me.

- Don't worry, I've
got protection.

Come along now, sugar.

- Okay.

(upbeat music)

- [Orson] Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Yeah.
- No.

- Oh, (laughs)
dude, check it out.

Okay, I bet you a million
shares of Google--

- Just get in this chair.

Just get out of my chair.

- I bet you a million
shares of Google

they do it doggy style.
- Just get in this chair.

Just get in this
chair real quick.

- A million shares of Google

that say they do it doggy style.

- Two million shares say
they do it standing up.

- (laughs) No way man, pull
up your portfolio first.

- There's no time, they're
starting to undress each other.

- No way, man,
pause the feed, man.

We have enough
bandwidth to buffer.

I don't want you
stiffing me again.

- Come on, don't be
such a chicken shit.

I paid you.

- Yeah, by the time you did pay
me, the stock was worthless.

- You know that past behavior

is no indicator of
future performance.

- Okay, no bet.
- I'm good for it.

- No bet.
- All right.

You know what, fine.

You are such a
pussy, you know that?

Here, want that portfolio?

(steady upbeat music)

Satisfied?

- Wait.

This isn't even your
account, you moron!

See, this is why
chicks don't like you.

Size matters.

The size of your
portfolio matters.

Here comes Lassiter.

- The server in 3C
is acting pokey,

nobody knows how many
phishing attacks are running,

and we can't find the chopper

that was circling
Treasure Island.

- The chopper is refueling
at the Navy Yard.

- Some rube is trying to
run a stealth DNS on 3C,

but I just kicked him off.

- And nine million,
683 thousand,

217 attacks are
running right now.

- Are you sure?

I didn't see you check
any of the monitors.

And I don't know why you boys
insist on using that antique.

- Well, I have a heads
up running all our
attacks real time.

And this is a
collector's item, okay?

Don't hate.

Bye.

Bye.

- Bye.

(steady upbeat music)

- All right, forget the buffer,

let's just go live.

- What about the bet?

- Really?

(steady upbeat music)

Oh.

(laughs)

- Adams's archaeologists
discovered some ancient porn

in the Indian jungle.

This must be one of
those tantric positions.

- No bet.

No bet.

It's a push.

Did he just?

Oh.

- I have to re-qualify
on the pistol range.

- Yeah?
- Come on.

- How would you rate my
marksmanship this morning?

- [Lupe] Mm, four times,
dead center, bullseye.

(slow soft music)

- So all the redundant
servers are off line?

I'll be right there.

(digital beep)

Randolph, there's a
crisis at the office.

How are the systems here?

(slow soft music)

Randolph?

(moves into steady upbeat music)

Yes.

That's impossible!

How can all the
accounts be frozen?

Jesus Christ.

Did you check the
off-world holdings?

Everything!

(sighs)

All right.

Have them ready my shuttle
for immediate launch.

(steady upbeat music)

(digital beeping)

- All right, there he is.

The guy with the brown hair.

- I'm tired of this, Tony.

Why can't we just go
south like I keep saying

and work at a resort?

You know I've always wanted
to be one of those mascots.

- And that's your problem.

You're always thinking too low.

Haven't things been
alright thus far?

Just leave the
thinking to me, okay?

Look, look.

Would I do anything to hurt you?

So why are you hurting me now?

Come on.

(steady upbeat music)

- Come on.

- Hey mister, you can
use my phone if you want.

- It's an emergency,
I appreciate it.

Right.

(sighs)

That's impossible.
- What's wrong?

- It says the number
is not in service.

That can't be right.

(sighs)

I certainly hate to impose.

Do you happen to have a car?

It's imperative I get
downtown to my office.

- I'm sorry, I don't.

I take a subway.

It's the quickest way
to get around town.

- The subway?

I completely forgot.

Do you happen to know if
there's a stop nearby?

- Yeah, real close.

I can show you.

- Yeah?

- I was on my way there anyway.

- Just one final question.

I hate to ask, but
I have no money.

I assure you when we
get to my office--

- Sure, come on.

Come on.
- Thank you, thank you.

(slow dramatic music)

(digital beeping)

- Lupe Santana.

Cressida, I'll call you back.

Lister, find out what you can

about the bombings
at Adams Holdings.

(steady upbeat music)

Never seen that before.

Lister, where's that
information on those bombings?

- [Lister] I'll get
the unit on the scene.

- [Lupe] What's
the story Baker 11?

- No casualties but the server
farm is completely destroyed.

Bomb disposal is checking
for other devices

but it seems like the rest
of the building is clean.

- The video feed for
the last 24 hours

shows nothing odd.

Wheeler should
parse all the data.

- We'll let the arson boys
with the FD take care of this.

(sighs) I'm just
worried about Burnett.

I can't get anything
on the mansion.

Let me just, let me
just call Randolph.

(digital whirring)

No answer.

Okay, get the street cams
from outside the mansion.

I'm not getting anywhere.

- They've been off line
for almost an hour.

Nothing is coming in live.

(Lupe grumbles)

(steady upbeat music)

I'm sure he's all right.

He's probably busy
dealing with the nightmare

of losing all his data.

- It was a coordinated attack.

If he's not in the panic
room at the mansion,

God knows where he is.

(steady upbeat music)

- All right, bring it in.

Coach says the new
sponsor's coming out

with a team edition sports drink

and they want us to be the
first to try it out, so.

Garcia!

Bucek!

(slow steady music)

Oh!

Okay, if this is how the
team's looking to milk us

for this new program,
you can count me out.

Where's my agent?

- (sighs) Believe it or not,

this is my first experience
with public transportation.

- Well, at least
it's dry down here.

- Yeah.

Would've thought more people
would've taken advantage of it.

As soon as we get
back to my office

I will call your boss, I
will explain your tardiness.

- That's not necessary, I'm
kinda between jobs right now.

- Are you?

Well, my organization
is always looking

for generous, thoughtful people.

Maybe I can more than
return the favor.

What do you do?

- This and that.

You could kinda say I freelance.

I like to travel.

- Okay, well, you have
a very appealing face.

That's actually
an understatement.

You're quite beautiful.

Maybe something with the public?

- [Femmie] You
conning me, mister?

- I am not.
- This is our train, come on.

- Okay.

It's actually
quite nice in here.

(subway train rumbling)

(slow digital music)

- It's not my fault, Tony.

He escaped.

(Tony giggles)

- Stop looking at me like that,

it makes me think you
don't love me anymore.

- Come on, baby.

Don't worry about it.

You're the best.

We'll catch up to him.

I love you

no matter what.

- Stop smothering me!

Oh, god, why can't I
live without you? (weeps)

(slow digital music)

- [Jake] Whoa, trading halted
on Adams Holdings stock.

- [Orson] No, no, the
listing disappeared.

Look.

- Somebody hacked the exchange.

- You mean they hacked
into the mainframe

and deleted it from
the secure database?

We had no intel on any
threats against Adams.

If the object was extortion

they would have contacted him
before all this went down,

wouldn't they?

- [Jake] Crazy shit, man.

This trashes our latest
packet on Adams too.

Guess I won't be getting
that new Z-Cube 720.

- Hey.

We could bootleg his
bedroom video feed as porn?

- And have Disney on our backs?

That's a good idea.

You know they have that download
market locked tight, man.

Come on.

Let's just wait and see how
this whole thing plays out.

Okay?

The market for business
intel on Adams Holdings

is just experiencing
a slight downturn.

People could still be betting
money either way on him.

- Nothing yet from the bugs.

Whoever hit Burnett
Adams hit him hard.

Ever since he was
locked out of his life

he has completely
fallen off the grid,

even on the big board.

- He'll turn up.

I mean, how long do you
think the richest man

in San Francisco
can stay missing?

(steady upbeat music)
(digital beeping)

- The mansion's
in lock down mode.

Adams and Randolph are
probably in the panic room.

- But the lock down wouldn't
affect my master SFPPD codes

and they didn't work either.

We're gonna have to
assume the worst.

Here.

Back away.

I'm blasting it open.

(Lister groans)

(gun blasting)

(steady upbeat music)

Back up battery's kicking in.

There he is entering the garage.

Come on.

(steady upbeat music)

(digital beeping)

Let's search the
whole damn place.

Call in Choi and Wheeler,
we've got to find Burnett.

(digital beeping)

Lieutenant, can't
you call in Ortega?

No, I'm at home now
searching for Burnett.

(digital beeping)

No, there are no signs
of foul play but...

(digital beeping)

Yes, sir.

Right away.

- I got the page, too.

Uniforms are on their way
here to secure the scene.

- (sighs) Damn it, Burnett.

Why haven't you called?

(upbeat music)

- [Cressida] Anything
yet on Burnett?

- No, Cressida, not
since the attack.

A team's at his offices.

- Mayor's office
just got an email

from a group claiming
responsibility for the murders.

I'm sending it to you now.

CITD is running it down,

but we don't have any
hits on our database yet.

- Looks like it was written
by somebody tripping on Q.

Probably a crank.

Wait, there's a watermark.

Pull up those DB photos.

- You mean the
tattoos on the necks?

It's the same exact mark.

- Let Choi track
down that email.

Have Collier find out when
those tattoos were made.

So far it's our only real
clue we have to this case.

Have Wheeler meet
us at the mansion.

We're done here.

(upbeat music)

- [Reporter] You two are
one beautiful couple.

That's all I can say. (laughs)
- Thank you, thank you.

- So what's up?

I hear a rumor that you're
planing your own league.

- Yes we are.
- Yeah.

It's Zayjohn's idea.

We're trying to incorporate
a lot of our ideas

that we thought about years ago

to make it into a very
successful business
for ourselves.

(man groans)
(upbeat music)

(electricity arcing)
- Mose?

Mose!

(electricity arcing)

(lights clicking)

- [Reporter] I gotta
get video of this.

(upbeat music)

(sirens blaring)

- Too late.

He got here before us.

Why do I even ever
listen to you?

- Come on.

He took the local.

You know we beat him here.

See?

(sirens blaring)
(upbeat music)

- I've never done
it like this before.

Tony, I'm scared.

Will you do it
this time, please?

- You'll be all right,
you'll be alright.

You're almost there.

I love you.

I want you to do it all.

All right?

He's all yours.

(sirens blaring)
(tires screeching)

(Femmie gasps)

(sirens blaring)

- Okay, this scanner's
not working but you don't,

you don't look good.

You're a cyborg.

- No, I just,

I had my hip and legs
replaced after an accident.

I'm 60% organic so I've
still got my bio papers.

- Let's get you to a biomech.

- Look, I--
- There's one in my building.

- I just, I need to walk
it off is all, really.

- I insist.

- I don't like
people I don't know

poking around inside of me.

Okay?

I just wanted to make sure
that you got here safely.

Bye.

- Don't be silly.

Look, I promised you a job.

You helped me out.

At least come inside and
let me return the favor.

That's all.

- You just helped me
now, so we're even.

The universe is all balanced.

Your yin yang is all correct.

(sirens drown out dialog)

Wait, are you hitting on me?

You are, aren't you?

- (laughs) No, I'm
not hitting on you.

Look, I'm married,
I'm happily married.

I was simply concerned
for your wellbeing

after I saw the impact.

I came to your aid.

That's it.

- Well, no one else on
the street seemed to care.

- After a century of
video game violence

most of society's
emotions are dead, okay?

But not me.

Let's just--

- Mister, I am not interested

in getting involved
with married men.

- You know,

it sounds a bit
suspicious, you being here.

But you're so insistent on
refusing my effort to help you.

Fine.

I'll grant your wishes.

I just want you to know

that I appreciate what
you've done for me.

That's it.

(sirens blaring)
(tires screeching)

(upbeat music)

(digital screeching)

(warping digital music)

- All right, come
on, finish him.

Do you want me to
leave you again?

You remember what it was
like when you're like that?

Now do this for me.

- Stop it, Tony!

Stop it!

You're smothering me again.

I can't breathe.

I can't breathe.

Where's my inhaler?

(warping digital music)

- You're gonna
get your medicine.

You just gotta do this
one thing for me, okay?

(Femmie wheezing)

(Femmie whimpering)

(sirens blaring)

(upbeat music)

- Vinegar Face, where
the hell are you?

- Maybe Randolph's
unconscious somewhere

our scanners can't reach?

- [Wheeler] If I could get
anywhere on this system,

the security logs would tell us

if she's outside
of privacy range.

- Didn't the uniforms
do a complete canvass
of the property?

- All they found was some
blood and fiber on the fence,

but it was compromised
by the blast

when you shot open the gate.

The crime lab is working on
reconstructing the samples

and should have the
results within 24 hours.

- Randolph and
Burnett, both gone.

Five minutes earlier and
I might have gone missing

along with them.

- [Wheeler] The system
meltdown at Adams's server farm

had a cascade effect.

Caused all the systems
here to fry as well.

Best I can do is scrub
the drives back at HQ.

- Work here.

Fewer distractions.

(upbeat music)

Have Collier check
on the tattoos

from the two DBs from
Candlestick Park.

- ME at the Big Hoop
found the same marks

on the bodies of the
War-Dons players.

Turns out they were
made by branding iron,

not a tattoo needle.

And, the killer sent another
email taking responsibility.

- As if I don't have enough
balls to juggle today.

Why not add a
psycho serial killer

with a grudge against
married jocks.

Jeez.

(upbeat music)

Are you sure it was a man?

Because from this video
feed it's hard to tell.

- It could've been a man,
could've been a woman.

With all that stuff
on, hard to tell.

Hit me with that
oxygen tank, though.

Hard enough to knock me out.

- Tank's in the Bay by now.

Crime lab is processing
the footprints

from the hardwood floor
but there were thousands,

and matching with everyone
at the game that night

could take overnight, at least.

- Use night vision goggles.

It's really too bad this
feed's not infrared.

You know, it's a long shot,

but have Choi take this to CITD

and see if they can
enhance it for us.

- Can I go now?

- Wait, Tony, come back.

Please, don't do
this to me, Tony.

God.

Come on, mister, wake up.

Please.
(Burnett grunts)

Come on.

You've got to get
me to a drug store.

-Oh, my head.

What's going on?

- You don't remember?

(Burnett groans)

- It's just kind of fuzzy.

My head is splitting.

(Burnett groans)

- Well, you gotta get me
to a drug store, please.

Come on, help me up.

Help me up, there's a drug
store around the corner.

We can get me some
medicine there, come on.

You've gotta let me lean on you.

(Femmie grunting and panting)
(sirens blaring)

- Woo.

Whoever fried Adams's server
went medieval on his ass.

- (groans) The cascade
effect is like a tsunami.

Still going, too.

- What?

- Oh my F, god.

- Dude!

The cascade is
probing our ports,

looking to come this way.

Stop it.
- Don't you see me trying?

Shit!

- Okay, step off for a sec.
- Don't, Jake.

- Step off!

Step off!

- Come on!

(upbeat music)

(digital beeping)

I think

you just...

- What just happened?

- I was running a
sim on our servers,

testing the integrity
of our firewall.

It held.

- I didn't see anything
about that on the schedule.

- Well,

after the problem we had this
morning with the pokey server

we thought it would
be a good idea.

We can undo all the protections
we just implemented.

- No, no.

Just keep me in the loop.

(upbeat music)

(sirens blaring)
(Burnett grunts)

- Wait, I'm tired.

- I got you, I got you.

- That's good.

Oh, you look like shit.

- Well, I feel like it, too.

All right, I'm gonna
go get your meds.

What do you take?

- What are you talking about?

- Your medicine.

I'll go get it.

- I need a Dritzopan inhaler

and you should probably get
some bandages for that face.

Here,

just... (gasping)

I better handle this.

Here, just--

- No, no, relax.

I can get it.

I'll go to the drug
store, it's fine.

- The money is gone.

I have a hole in my pocket.

It must have fallen
there back in the alley,

or while we were
walking over here,

or,

who knows.

Just get me to the drug store.

I'll handle this.

I'll figure it out.

(sirens blaring)
(sighs)

(upbeat music)

Couldn't make it, huh?

Hey, how'd you do that, mister?

- I actually have no idea.

My hands just sort of
had a mind of their own.

Okay, this one's empty.

Here, get me a lipstick, too.

-Okay.

- And a package of Sour Nipples.

- Okay.
- Wait.

- Okay.

(upbeat music)

All right.

(Femmie panting)

- My friend and I require some
stuff and then we'll be out.

Where's your inhalers? (panting)

- All right, here we go.

(upbeat music)

- Here, take that.
- What are you?

- Take it!

- This ain't no hospital.

You two better pay
for that and leave.

And don't come back.

- Who do you think you are,
you can boss us around?

- Don't trouble
yourself with this.

I can handle this.

I'm sorry, sir, but we're
not quite yet finished here.

The lady requires a lipstick.

Would you be so kind
as to fetch it for us?

What shade do you prefer?

- Mauvery Madness.

- Mauvery Madness is
the shade she prefers.

Thank you. (coughs)

- (laughs) You two
must be tripping.

You're coming with me.

- Take your hand off of her.

- Oh, you don't
want any trouble.

- You're right, I
don't want any trouble

but if you don't take
your hand off the lady

you'll have more trouble
than you can handle.

- Hey, your toy cop
just roughed us up.

Look at him.

He's bleeding.

Lucky we have these bandages.

(laughs) That was fun.

- Yeah, well that guy
shouldn't have touched you.

- Oh, whatever, that
guy was a creep.

They were just looking for
a reason to fire his ass.

- He should be fired.

He didn't hurt you, did he?

- You're different, aren't you?

- What do you mean
I'm different?

- Do you remember anything

that happened to
us in that alley?

- I don't.

It's still fuzzy to me.

It just is.

- Do you remember where we live?

- I'd love to tell you
otherwise but I don't.

The memories aren't just coming
back to me quickly enough.

I'd love to know about my life.

I recognize you, I do.

I know you're my
wife, I know that.

It's--
- Wait.

- What?
- Stop.

Just don't pretend
with me, okay?

That's all I ask.

- I don't understand.

- Just don't pretend.

(sirens blaring)
(slow bluesy music)

- Wheeler?

What are you doing here?

- Got the call to come on back.

Thought you knew about it?

- No.

Who called you?

- Jamieson.

- What?

- Pulled the uniform
from your home, too.

You didn't hear
about this from me.

Okay?

(music drowns out dialog)

Come on.
- God. (sighs)

- You got that profile on
the branding iron killer yet

from Dr. Soren?

- Burnett's been
missing for 12 hours!

- You know the protocol.

Missing persons
will take the case

when it ripens in 40 hours.

I can't have you
diverting resources,

especially when some
serial killer's out there

targeting high profile
married athletes.

- The force can spare a couple
of uniforms and a cyber cop.

After everything Burnett's
done for this department.

- How would it look if
this department appeared

to be granting your
husband special status?

- The department
always grants the rich

and powerful special status.

Don't hold it against Burnett
because he's married to me!

- Missing persons
will take the case

when the time limit is up.

Meanwhile, talk to Soren.

I don't want the public
to think some crazy

can declare open season
on superstar athletes.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

(steady upbeat music)

- Someone must be holding
a gun to his head.

He would have called me or
left me a message or something.

(speaks foreign language)

What's she trying to say?

That I like to suffer?

That I'm a masochist?

I will never give up
looking for Adams.

(steady upbeat music)

No.

Let's go.

(steady upbeat music)

(Burnett sighs)

(moves into slow
seductive music)

- It's okay, you're
probably tired.

I understand.

- No.

You don't understand.

No one understands me.

Why did this have
to happen to me?

(slow seductive music)

-I can help you
if you tell me what's wrong.

- [Femmie] Nothing.

I'm a bad person.

That's all, I'm a
very bad person.

-Okay,
you're not a bad person.

I married you, you
can't be a bad person.

I wouldn't do that,
I'm a smart guy.

(slow seductive music)

(twinkling music)

(TV characters chattering)

(digital chiming music)

(weeps)

- You rotten little kid.

I never liked you--

(weeping)

(digital music)

(Lupe shrieks)

(panting)

(soft dramatic music)

(weeping)

(intense dramatic music)

-You're scaring me.

- I'm trying to get
the bad parts out.

It's the only way.

You'll see.

- Bad parts?

What bad parts?

You don't have any bad parts.

Please stop it.

You're scaring me.

All right?

(intense dramatic music)

- We have to go.

- Okay, I don't, I
don't understand.

Are you in some sort of trouble?

- We can take a bus.

We can go south.

You like warm
weather, don't you?

- I do.

I don't understand--
- Hurry.

We have to go now.

- We have to go where?

- Fine.

I'm leaving without you.

- Femmie!

(intense dramatic music)

(elevator chimes)

(sighs) You're not
leaving without me.

- Cantrell!

- Yeah, Chief, we need you to
clear us for another shift.

- Look, Chief, we've
been working all day

trying to fix a wormhole

that these morons
let into the system

and now they're hassling us.

With all the off-the-books
shit we've done for NASCO

we should be golden
with you, right?

Take care of them.

- Yeah, yeah.

That's right, that's right.

How much longer?

- (laughs) What you got a date
with Lassiter or something?

- Shut up and hack, man.

- Now look, hopefully,

if our little Adams
intel freelancing
firewall ever cracks,

those two assholes will
catch the heat instead of us.

- Yeah, and once I
track down the source

of the attack on Adams, we can
get medieval on his ass, too.

- Ah, I'll tell you what,

I'll get the tickets,
I'll meet you at the gate.

(intense dramatic music)

(escalator rattling)

- Miss me, baby?

And where are we going?

- I thought you said
you weren't coming back?

- (laughs) Come
on, stop playing.

You know we have
unfinished business.

Then everything can go
back to the way it was.

Just me and you.

- It's different
this time, Tony.

We

can use him.

He can do lots of stuff.

He can help us.

- No, you like it like this.

Just me and you.

Together forever.

Don't you love me?

Now hurry up.

We got a lot of
other stuff to do

and we're wasting time.

- No, this is even better.

He can steal stuff off people

without them even
knowing that it's gone.

And he's tough.

He can make people to do stuff

just by looking at 'em.

- Baby, he can't
love you like I can.

We only need just us.

Now, you remember how it
was before I came back?

You remember how
miserable, how lonely?

You don't want
that again, do you?

I love you.

And I know what's right for us.

And what's right
for us right now

is that you finish him off.

(sirens blaring)
(warping digital music)

I'ma see you outside.

(warping digital music)

- Meet you outside.

- That's right.

You're the best.

We'll always be together.

(warping digital music)

(escalator rattling)

- Come on, we've gotta go.

-The tickets
haven't printed out yet.

Fem...

(digital whirring)

(streetcar bell dinging)

(train whistle blowing)

Hurry.

(slow intense music)

- (laughs) Never thought we
could see each other again.

Not in this life.

- I didn't have any
other place to go.

- Back for good?

Is this your man?

- No, I just need a place
to hide for a little while.

I mean, we.

-Why didn't you tell
me that you were in trouble?

- I'm not in trouble.

This is just the best
place to be right now.

I mean, I need to
work some stuff out.

- Listen, I can help
you, if you'd like me to.

But you gotta tell
me what's going on.

- [Lena] Bitch!

I told you what I'd do
if you ever came back.

(women grunting)

Bitch, I told you
what would happen

if you ever came back in town.

(Femmie coughing and gasping)

- Bring it, skank.

- Let me finish what I started

and bust open the other
side of your head.

(women grunting and panting)

- Femmie!

Femmie, stop it.

You'll kill her!

(Lena screaming and groaning)

(slow intense music)

- Sorry your stay
here was so short.

You really should
have killed her.

- What the hell
was that all about?

- Nothing, nothing important.

Come on, quick, before
they reattach her arm

and replace her cracked ribs.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Not before you tell me
what the hell is going on.

Why would you
bring us down here?

- I thought it
would be safe here.

- Safe from what?

- Somebody wants to kill you.

- So much for your
brilliant plan.

We lost him.
- Idiot.

That's more than we hoped.

She's going through a
living hell right now.

We'll find him the guy

and drive the final
nail in the coffin.

(slow dramatic music)

- You know I'm only at step two.

I got 10 more to go.

(Dyson shrieking and groaning)
(slow dramatic music)

(machine clicking)

(aluminum can clinks)

(slow dramatic music)

- Hey, the brander
killer just sent

another email to the mayor.

- Any new dead bodies turn up?

- No.

This message is asking
for a ton of money

or else Rita and Elliot,

the Tour de France
winners, will die.

Deadline's in 30 minutes.

- Where are Rita and Elliot now?

- At the Velodrome.

They're competing in a
race today, of course.

But units are on the scene

and uniforms have them
in protective custody.

- Grab Dr. Soren and
have him meet us there.

Out.

(slow dramatic music)

- If my daughter and
son-in-law don't race today,

there will be consequences.

- Our orders are to keep
this circle around them.

That's all I know.

- I'm calling the commissioner.

- This sudden change in tone
of the messages is perplexing.

At first the killer was
seeking only ego gratification.

- But this demented freak

sees married people
as meat, right?

I mean, that's why he's
branding and freezing 'em?

- What's troubling me is the
added element of extortion.

It feeds a need for control

that does not fit with
a diminution of ego.

- Maybe we're dealing with a
schizo or a split personality?

- That is a possibility
given this new twist.

I wish I had more time
to form a profile.

- This may be our only
chance to catch this freak.

I'm not letting it slip
through my fingers.

- I don't care if
he's in a meeting!

Get him, now.

- What the hell
is she doing here?

- She is their manager.

- Well, see her out.

- Wait.

What are you doing?

I have a right to be here!

- Okay call your lawyer,
honey, but do it outside.

- No, no.

Get off me.

- Will you two please stand up?

You won't be racing today.

Let me just break
this down for you.

One, you ride today and you die.

Two, you let us catch a killer,

and you live to ride tomorrow.

So kindly get the
officers another set
of your racing suits.

(slow dramatic music)

You and you.

Try these on for size.

(crowd chattering)

Okay.

Lister, tell them it's a go.

- It's a go.

(crowd cheering)

(bikes whirring)

(thunderous booming)

(crowd screaming)

- [Lister] Police!

Police!

Let us through!

- [Lupe] Seal the
exits and I mean tight.

- [Lister] Seal the exits, now.

- [Dr. Soren] This
is most unexpected

and even more perplexing.

Not at all like
the other crimes.

I doubt if the killer
is here at all.

- I'm not taking that chance.

No one gets out.

- The element of
surprise is in keeping

with the other murders, though.

- [Lupe] Lister,
check the locker room.

The blasts might have caused
some collateral damage

after we lost the monitors.

(steady dramatic music)

- Hey, doesn't Adams
own that place?

- (sighs) What place?

- The Velodrome, wanker.

- Oh.

Yeah, yeah.

I think he went in partners
with that with Raj Pachinko.

- Really?

Adams doesn't do that many
joint ventures, does he?

- Not really.

What are you thinking?

- I'm thinking we may
have a new revenue stream

to tide us over while this
whole Adams thing plays out.

- Yeah.

Raj owns quite a bit of
land around the Velodrome.

- Hey, what do you
say we take a break

from finding the worm's origin

and dip into the database,

find out some intel on
our new best friend, Raj?

- Way ahead of you buddy.

I just posted an ad on the Goog

and we already have 60
hits from folks interested

on some inside information
on the Rajster.

My friend, we are
back in business.

Boom, boom, boom.

- Hell yeah.

Z-Cube 720 here I come.

- You talking to me now?

I don't blame you.

You have a right to be mad.

It's just that I was
so confused before,

I really didn't know what to do.

I mean, Tony never pushed me
as hard as he did that day,

and then that van hit me,

and then I had a panic attack,

and then you got hurt.

But,

at least it's got me
thinking clearly again,

for the first time
in a long time.

And it feels good.

We can stay down here until I
come up with some sort of plan

to take care of Tony
and get you safe.

I mean, if only you could
remember who you were.

You don't remember your wife?

Or what you did?

Or who your friends were?

(clears throat)

What was that?

- You're injured.

- [Femmie] Where?

- Must have happened
during the fight.

- Oh, that's nothing, I
can take care of that.

This is my world down here.

(skin sizzling)
(Femmie gasping)

- Femmie!

(Femmie panting)

- Oh, god.

Oh, I must have
misjudged the spot.

(groaning) I got too
close to my meat parts

and fried part of me.

Oh, I can smell it.

- You know what, you
need to get some rest.

Maybe I can go back to the camp

and get something for the burn.

All right?
- No, no.

You're liable to
get lost down here.

I'll be fine.

At least I got you
talking to me again.

(sighs)

(intense dramatic music)

- Damn it to hell!

- Somebody's in his civvies.

It's Crandall.

Perp stole his uniform.

- He can't have gotten far.

Lister!
- He could be anywhere.

- You let them kill my
little girl and her husband!

- You don't want to be here now.

(intense dramatic music)

Run those feeds from
the locker room area

after the first blast.

Hey!

My suspect is on those feeds

and I need them right now.

- I can operate the console.

All right, just let
me bring them up.

(intense dramatic music)

- You're mine now, sucker.

- Suspect's in stolen unit
number Alpha Bravo 7-9-8-2.

Track and report whereabouts,
move to intercept.

(intense dramatic music)
(sirens blaring)

- Punch up the tracking info.

Got the fix.

Engaging pursuit mode.

(intense dramatic music)
(sirens blaring)

He's heading for the Bay Bridge.

Alert the chippies to
contract the air space.

- [Lister] CHP,
contract the air space.

- Block off the Bay Bridge.

- Block off the Bay Bridge.

(sirens blaring)

- (laughs) We got him now.

(sirens blaring)

(intense dramatic music)

(vehicle explodes)

Brace yourself,
we're going down.

(engine sputtering)

(helicopter whirring)

- You've been under considerable
stress the past 24 hours.

- Nothing I can't handle, sir.

- Any word from Adams yet?

- No, sir.

- I see.

Did you have an altercation
at the Velodrome today

with a civilian?

- An altercation?

- Don't be coy
with me, Sergeant.

- I may have brushed
past some people,

but I was in hot pursuit of
the Branding Iron Killer.

- I'm not talking
about just some people.

I'm talking about
a victim's mother,

who's also married to the
commissioner's brother.

(slow dramatic music)

You look like you
could use some sun.

- With all due respect, sir,

what would you do if
your wife was missing?

Wouldn't you move heaven
and earth to find her?

There are only two things that
matter to me in this world:

my husband and my badge.

Please don't make me lose both.

(slow dramatic music)

- All right, given your service,

this is what I can
do for you, Sergeant.

You report to the sixth
floor for a psych evaluation.

Until I get the results,
you ride a desk.

(slow dramatic music)

Dismissed.

- (sighs) We gotta rest.

My head is killing me.

- We should put more
distance between us and Lena.

I know she's gonna
be looking for me.

- What does she have
against you anyway?

- She thinks I
stole her boyfriend.

- Tony?

- No, not Tony.

Anyway, it's not true.

We were cage fighters on
the after hours circuit,

real bottom of the barrel stuff,

and the cops came and they
broke up one of our fights.

And, (sighs) so, me and
Lena and her boyfriend,

an under-dweller, all got away.

And then he takes us
through the tunnels

and we're hiding
out in the camp,

and then he starts
hitting on me.

And so, Lena gets like so mad

and socks me in the head
when I'm not looking.

Cracks my skull.

So the Under-dwellers take
me topside to a clinic

where they put a metal
plate in my head.

The end.

- So where did you
meet this Tony?

- Well, uh,

I don't remember.

I think it was at the clinic.

Yeah, it was at the clinic,
when I got my surgery.

And I think he was a patient.

Or maybe he was an orderly.

I don't know, anyway, we've
been together forever.

He loves me.

I miss him.

- Why the hell would
he want to kill me?

- I don't know.

Maybe you did something to him
before you lost your memory.

Maybe we should ask him.

- Maybe I will.

- Okay.

Do you hear something?

- No.

Femmie!

Femmie!

Fe--

(intense dramatic music)

What the hell are you doing?

- Shut up, topsider, you
don't have a say in this.

- Let me out of here so I
can tear off your other arm

and ram it down
your throat, skank.

(Femmie grunts)

(Femmie groans)

- You're not even giving her
the chance to defend herself.

- I said shut up, topsider.

Or do you want some of this too?

- You lay one hand on him--

- You whore!

How many boyfriends do you have?

Maybe I should just turn
him into a little woman.

- Lena!

You have no beef with
this man, leave him be.

- Can't you do
anything to stop this?

They're treating
her like an animal.

- Are you her man?

- What does that have
to do with anything?

- You'd have the
right to her body

if she don't survive the test.

You two are running together,
so he gets to claim you.

- This test,

this test, what is it,
some sort of a fight?

- Lena's claiming
the right to a test

to avenge the ripping
off of her arm.

- Well, shouldn't she
have an opportunity

to avenge the
crushing of her skull?

- She did.

But she didn't call
it, so she lost it.

- Well, I've got a
beef with Lena then.

She pushed me.

I want a test.

- Love to, topsider.

- Are you crazy?

- No, I'm not.

I don't have a death wish.

- You're in no shape
to fight anyone.

- Let the test begin.

(slow dramatic music)

- Get any DNA results back yet?

- No.

But the crime lab found
pieces of an incendiary device

in the wreckage of
the stolen cruiser.

- What?

- And CITD says it was picking
up an unknown carrier wave

from an extra
departmental frequency.

Someone was sending signals
to the stolen cruiser,

they just haven't
figured out what yet.

- So do you think somebody
rigged it to blow up?

- I don't know.

But the incendiary device comes

from one of Burnett's companies.

- Burnett.

God, if only he were here
he'd know what to do.

What am I doing?

I'm talking like I'll
never see him again.

- It's frustrating
having no leads.

- We have plenty of leads.

Did the lab ever finish
processing the blood and fiber

from the gate at the mansion?

- The samples were too degraded.

- God, another dead end.

How could I be so stupid?

- You did what anybody
would do in that situation.

- I never compromise
a crime scene.

How can I ever trust
my instincts again?

(screams)

(slow dramatic music)

- Look.
- What?

- Look.

(slow dramatic music)
(digital beeping)

- Yeah, I've seen her already.

She's with Section Nine.

So what?

- So, Section Nine.

Internal security.

Do you think they're on to us?

- They would have locked us out
if they suspected something.

- Maybe, maybe one
of those alarms

set off an investigation
or something.

- So what?

They investigate.

What do you think
they're gonna find?

Sasha and Min f'ed
up and we fixed it.

Chill out.

- I mean,

(stammers) we're
toast, we're screwed.

One of the bugs from Adams's
mansion is giving off feedback.

It's probably a delayed effect
from yesterday's attack.

- So, check the other ones.

Anything there?
- No.

But we've got to replace it.

Santana is still at
police headquarters.

Come on!
- Okay, chill out bro.

You really gotta calm down.

- Look, I'm getting a
bad feeling about this.

What if Radford tails us?

- Dude, you gotta
calm down, okay?

Chicks like confidence.

This is why you
don't get any chicks.

You gotta be more confident.
- I mean it.

We have to go.

(slow dramatic music)

(sighs)

- You know what, let's
do it right here.

You and me.

- Are you crazy?

- No, I'm not crazy.

I just, I look at you
and I can't stand it.

Let's do it right here.

What's the matter?

Don't you like what you see?

- You wanna to do it right here?

- Yeah.

But look at you, you're so sexy.

Women like you, you're
not shy are you?

(Lena grunts)

Hey!

- Bind him.
- What is this?

- You won the test
and freed Femmie.

Now you must answer for
the life you just took.

(slow digital music)

- [Choi] No recoverable DNA
from the stolen cruiser.

Case closed.

- The brander case
is still open.

We've got the preliminary
autopsy results

on those dead soccer players.

Their COD?

Rapid hypothermia.

- They froze to death.

Figures.

- And those branding
marks on their necks

turn out to surround
puncture wounds.

When we cracked open the skulls

we found their pituitary
glands had been sucked out.

- The marks were caused
by some sort of organ

vacuum cleaner?

Before or after
they were frozen?

- My guess is before.

I mean, easier to
remove that way.

- Has Collier checked
Rita and Elliot yet?

- No, but I'm sure
that he'll find

they unwittingly
donated organs as well.

These missing organs
are a new angle,

just like in the Thornton case.

- We never did apprehend
any accomplices, did we?

(slow dramatic music)

- Hoffman skipped town
before we could nab him.

- Let's check up on Thornton,

see if he's had any
interesting contacts

in the past six months.

- Thornton and Dyson are
in the same cell block.

Pull up Dyson.

- They share Cadman as lawyer.

- That get us nowhere.

He's only the top criminal
defense attorney in the city.

I'm looking for a
conspiracy based on what?

- No, no, no, no,
no, think about it.

You've got a case of murder
and organ harvesting.

That's Thornton's MO.

Then you've got the cyber
attack and the bombing on Adams.

That's Dyson's MO.

Both cases you worked on.

Coincidence?

(slow dramatic music)

- So they have an ax to
grind with me and Burnett

for putting them behind bars.

That still doesn't explain
the disappearance of Randolph.

- If I were you, kid,

I'd ask forensics to take
a look at what's left

of that stolen cruiser.

(slow dramatic music)

- Do you even know this man?

What he's capable of?

Lena was a savage,
contributed nothing to you.

She was mean and cruel.

This man is gentle, and
brave, and honorable.

(sighs) He may not
remember where he came from

but he can contribute
so much more to you

with his kindness and
decency alive than dead.

- Just words.

They mean nothing.

- (sighs) If I wanted to,

I could climb over this
gate and just take him,

and there's nothing anybody
could do to stop me,

now that Lena's gone.

And those aren't words.

But I'm not going to,

because I need you to understand

that there is nothing
to fear from this man,

or any topsider.

- And why are you defending him?

I thought he wasn't your man?

- Because I love him.

(slow dramatic music)

- And would you do
anything for him?

- Yes.

- Then take it.

(grunts)

- You all right?

(digital beeping)
(slow playful music)

- She is back in range.

Let me know when you
re-establish contact.

(slow playful music)

Did you miss me, sugar?

- Your love to me is
like honey to a bear.

How could I refuse
anyone but you, Dean?

- You know you mean
the world to me.

You are such a good driver.

Drive me across town again.

I have to make another
pickup in the van.

I don't know how anyone
could love a woman

as much as I do you.

(slow playful music)

(moves into slow soft music)

- Soren, you've got to help me.

- This is the best I could do.

- (sighs) So Thornton
still holds a grudge

against me and Burnett?

- Until he vanquishes you,

his world view is
seriously in question.

He could easily recruit
Dyson into the plot,

given Dyson's need for
structure and domination.

And using Dyson's training he
could engineer the collapse

of Burnett's empire.

And for Thornton, using
someone close to you

as a tool for your destruction

would be a challenge
worthy of his intellect.

What puzzles me is why he still
hasn't made use of Burnett.

If Thornton had him,

he surely would make
his intentions known.

- To get to me?

- That would be the
cornerstone of his plan,

knowing how close you two are.

Undoubtedly, he would exploit

the feelings you
have for each other

to inflict maximum pain.

- So you're saying that
Thornton doesn't have Burnett?

- If everything I've surmised
so far is correct, then yes.

Burnett may have evaded capture,

but then again he may be unable

to make his presence
known to you.

- So my best bet at
breaking this thing

is going after Dyson?

- Unfortunately,
there is the matter

of your psych evaluation.

I'm afraid the captain
would not allow you

back in the field at this point.

- (sighs) Soren, this is
the only real clue I have.

Isn't there something
that you can do?

- I'm sorry, but the captain's
directive is rather explicit.

Perhaps Detective Lister can
conduct the interrogation.

- Soren, I'm so
close I can taste it.

This is my husband
we're talking about.

Burnett.

Please?

- Well I do have to
update my database

of latent criminal tendencies.

So perhaps we could request
a further evaluation

for Dyson in my office.

- Let me make the call for you.

- You need to get
some fresh bandages,

and some zaspirin.

I've got a splitting
headache all of a sudden.

- I've really missed you.

You need to hurry up
and finish this thing.

(Femmie screaming)

-What's wrong?

- I know you can do it.

I love you.

You're the best.

- Get away, Tony!

Just get away from me! (weeping)

-Why are you yelling?

Where's Tony?

- He's right there!

Are you blind?

God!

- It's all right.

I'm here.

I just need you--

- To finish this thing.

You can do it.

I love you.

The best.

- Femmie, it's just me,
there's no one here.

(Femmie screaming)

Femmie, stop it!

Femmie.

Relax.

I'm trying to help you.

(Femmie shrieking)

Calm down.

Okay?

We've got to get you
to a clinic, all right?

Where's that clinic the
under-dwellers took you to?

- [Femmie] It hurts!

Why does it hurt so much?

- Okay, it's okay,
it's okay, it's okay.

(Femmie crying)

(slow dramatic music)

- Whoa, hey, you're
going the wrong way.

We have a tail.

(slow dramatic music)

- Oh shit, shit.

- All right, calm down man.

Flip off that porn channel.

Turn on the rear view
camera and zoom in.

- All right, what do we do now?

- We're just gonna have
to drive to Mt. Diablo

and do the deed.
- Stop joking.

You don't have a gun.

- (laughs) Yeah,
but your boyfriend a
couple cars back does.

- Oh, so what?

Your plan is what, to have
him shoot himself in the head

with his own gun?

- No, man.

You're gonna drop your
drawers, show your little gun,

and he'll probably
laugh himself to death.

- Come on, stop playing around.

We don't have a lot of time

to swap the bugs
at Adams's mansion!

- You're right.

We'll just have
to show him there.

- Stop playing around!

- All right.

All right, look, Adams has
that antique gun collection,

right?

When we get there,
grab one of the guns,

go take care of him,
I'll do the bugs.

- Me?

Why do I have to do it?

You're the black-ops
super spook wannabe.

- Oh my god dude,
are you pussin' out?

Are you serious?

Oh my, okay, fine.

I'll do it, you take
care of the bugs.

But this means
you pay for pizza.

- Hey, I paid for
pizza last night.

I am not paying for pizza
two nights in a row!

- Oh my god dude, you're
such a pussy, you know that?

- Why should I have to pay
for pizza two nights in a row?

I mean, you think that's fair?

I don't think that's fair.

- It's because you're
a pussy, that's why.

Is it not fair that I
always have to drive?

- [Orson] One night, you
pay for it the next night.

(soft dramatic music)

- Your friend just had a stroke

caused by a faulty
cranial implant.

We removed it.

- Is she gonna be all right?

- It's too soon to tell.

- Can I see her?

- Just for a few minutes.

(soft dramatic music)

- Excuse, excuse me, excuse me.

She's also got a
burn on her back.

- We picked it up on the scans.

Does your friend have insurance?

- I don't know.

- What's her name?

I'll look her up in the system.

- Her name is Femmie.

- Is that a first
name or a last name?

- I don't know.

- Nothing.

Well, we can only treat
her for up to eight hours.

After that, we're gonna
have to let her go.

(soft dramatic music)

- We will not be able to
speak to Armand Dyson today.

His attorney blocked
us with a court order.

- Damn it.

I know I can break Dyson.

There must be some
other way to get to him.

- Your tenacity is
admirable, Lupe,

but I see no alternative.

I'm sorry.

- Thanks anyway, Soren.

(soft dramatic music)

- I expected the prototype to
last much longer than this.

This delay has been a nuisance.

We need Adams.

Upload the coordinates
from the last unit

and send an android
to track him down.

(intense dramatic music)

- Excuse me, doctor,
would it be possible

to get some zaspirin?

Excuse...

(Burnett groans)

(Burnet grunting)

(coughs)

Femmie.

Femmie.

(Femmie babbling)

Femmie.

Femmie.

Help!

Can somebody please
help us here, please?

Femmie.

Help!

Somebody please!

Help us!

(sirens blaring)

(machine humming)

- You know who you look like?

That rich guy that went missing.

DNA confirms it.

What happened to you, Mr. Adams?

Non-responsive.

Better do a brain scan.

(soft dramatic music)

- Hey!

Hey!

Guess what?

(gun fires)

You're dead.

(electricity arcing)

(soft dramatic music)

(engine starts)

(car explodes)

(moves into slow intense music)

- Get Wheeler to scan
that android's processor,

see if he can trace
it back to its source.

- What about the
captain's order?

- I'm the victim's wife.

I have a right to
be there, don't I?

- But you're still on duty.

- Okay, you drive then.

You're escorting the
victim's wife to the scene.

(slow intense music)

They say he has some
kind of head wound,

but that he's not
seriously injured.

- You must be relieved.

(slow soft music)

- Burnett?

What's wrong?

- Look, my name's
not Burnett, okay?

I don't know who
you're looking for.

Would you please excuse me?

Thank you.

(slow soft music)

- I'm Sergeant Lupe Santana

of the San Francisco Public
Protection Department.

I'm very sorry
about your friend.

Can you tell me about her?

What was her name?

- Femmie.

Just Femmie.

- And how did you meet Femmie?

- I woke up in an alley
and she was just there.

- Do you know where this alley
was or how you got there?

- Look, it was
downtown somewhere.

All right?

There was a lot of fire trucks.

I don't really remember.

Do we have to do this now?

- Well, we wanna catch whoever
sent that android after you

and whoever is responsible
for the death of your friend.

- Her name is Femmie.
- Femmie.

- She said

someone was trying to kill
me but she didn't know who.

- Well how did she know
someone was trying to kill you?

- I don't remember, all right?

- The doctors can help you
remember, if you just let them.

- Look around the
room, all right?

Look at my neck.

It's obvious that
somebody wants me dead.

- Can I show you something?

- Sure.

(moves into soft romantic music)

- You made me feel happier
than I've never felt before.

Why won't you come back to me?

(soft romantic music)
(sirens blaring)

- We loved each other?

- We loved each other.

We lusted after each other.

We needed each other.
(sirens blaring)

I still need you.

- I just...

I don't know you.

- The doctors can fix that.

They can give you
your old life back.

You've only been
gone for 36 hours.

I mean, was that time
you spent with Femmie

worth throwing away everything
that we have together?

- She's gone, all right?

There's no reason to be jealous.

- I'm not jealous.

I'm mad.

I'm hurt.

I'm hurt that you wouldn't
make this small sacrifice

for our relationship.

- I just,

I need you to understand
that she's all I know.

Since I woke up in the
alley she's been by my side.

She's taken care of me.

You, you expect for me
to just throw that away?

- I need you, goddamn it.

I need you right
here, right now.

I mean, are you
trying to tell me

that that ring on your finger

doesn't mean anything
to you anymore?

Because I'll bet you it
meant something to Femmie.

(slow dramatic music)

(door closes)

(sighs)

- (sighs) Wheeler said the
android was army surplus,

sold to a Canal
Street job lotter.

Bought by somebody who
listed Arkin Foundation

as their employer
on the registration.

(slow soft music)

- Are units en route?

- Sergeant.

I'm glad you could take time
out of your busy schedule.

(Lupe softly moans)

Thanks to modern medicine,

I think I can do with
a little passion.

- [Lupe] You're still
in no shape for that.

- (sighs) Well have
them give me a pill.

I gotta get to the panic room.

I've got data to restore,
companies to run.

I got these rags
to change out of.

(soft romantic music)

- Adams is alive and well.

I suggest we abandon
that particular aspect

of the enterprise
and concentrate on
the upcoming auction.

- Yup, I suppose so.

Wait, wait.

I can still get Adams.

I'll be right over.
- Fine.

(sirens blaring)

- [Lupe] Any fatalities?

- One guy managed to
climb out of his car

before the explosion, the
other driver didn't make it.

The address for Arkin
was a mail drop.

But I did manage to
access the database

on applications for
prison visitors.

There was another
name for Dyson,

other than Cadman the attorney.

Orson Arc.

He works for the National
Security Authority.

- He work with Dyson?

- His dossier is classified.

The only thing I could gather

is he works for the
cyber security division.

- A cyber-agent.

Explains how he could get
his name off visitor rolls.

(slow dramatic music)

I need you.

- What about them?

- No, not that.

I need you to hack into the
National Security servers.

- All right, I can do that.

(slow dramatic music)
(sirens blaring)

(digital beeping)

- Now, ladies and gentlemen,

a demonstration of our wares.

Again, because of the positive
neural mapping of Adams

in the subject's brain
he cannot be attacked.

Ah, make me proud, sugar.

Our serum derived from the
glands of six superstar athletes

has augmented the
subject's abilities

far beyond those
of ordinary men.

Our neural chip bends
the subject to our will.

The bidding will start at 500
billion gold ounces, each.

Thank you.

(slow dramatic music)

(digital humming)

- What the?

It's Randolph.

- Well,

see what happens when you
shoot out the front door?

- Stay here.

- Yeah, I don't think so.

(slow dramatic music)

Randolph.

I think you need to
explain yourself.

- [Randolph] I don't know what
you're talking about, sir.

(digital beeping)

(slow dramatic music)

(engine starting)

(upbeat music)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(upbeat music)

- Ah, bidders,

in another demonstration
of my wares,

you will now witness
a prison break

from a maximum
security facility.

(laughs)

(bomb explodes)

- I think Jesus has risen.

- What about me?

- (grunts) Program
says try prayer.

I'd go to my knees.

- [Lupe] Dyson.

You step on a rake?

Who's your new boyfriend?

Or should I say boy?

Orson?

- You know I would like to
tell you about my plans,

but, you know, I mean,
for the sake of posterity.

- Gotta peddle
your designer drug?

You're nothing but a pusher.

- Oh, sugar.

You know what would
really make me happy?

Shut her up.
- Yeah.

(Lupe grunting)

- There you go.

What's that you say?

I can't hear you.

(Lupe choking)

What am I?

What the fuck am I?

(Orson chuckles)

That's enough.

- Thank you, sugar.

That'll be enough.

(Lupe gasping)

- You know, I am
sober now, sweetheart.

As a matter of fact, I'm
supposed to call my sponsor,

but I'm gonna wait.

You know why?

'Cause I wanna watch
the look on your face

when Orson here gets
done torturing the hell

out of your goddamn husband.

Orson.

(Orson choking)

- Randolph, gun!

Randolph, over here.

(dramatic digital music)

- [Lupe] Oh my god.

What's wrong?
- I can't see!

I can't see!

(slow dramatic music)

- Dr. Soren convinced the DA

to cut a deal to get
Adams the implant.

Now Dyson feels that
once word gets out

of Orson's immunity offer to
inform on the NASCO leaks,

he will become a target.

But he only trusts
you to guard Orson.

But you're not reinstated
until your eval,

so Jamieson is lead.

You and Jamieson will
hold Orson incommunicado

until the FBI arrive.

Otherwise, we find
you unfit for duty

and I take your badge and gun.

Am I clear?

- He doesn't need the implant.

Burnett's scientists
will handle that.

- But the implant
can save Adams now.

- Let NASCO deal with Orson.

He will pay for his killings.

His victims are owed that.

- Your sense of justice is
worth keeping Adams in a coma?

- I would never let him die.

- Just let his brain rot?

(slow dramatic music)

(monitor beeping)

- I just helped a killer walk

and you're still in a coma.

Please, come back to me.

You can't leave me without
my permission, please.

Please, come back.

Can you hear me?

(alarm beeping)

Oh, my god.

Help us!

Somebody help us!

(machine crackling)

(Burnett groaning and panting)

(Lupe laughs)

(monitor beeping)

(intense dramatic music)

- You remember what my
medical division did

for Ted Williams?

They would just keep me on ice

and Orson would
have faced justice.

- I chose you over my code.

Tomorrow.

- Okay, that's a bit of
an unbecoming kerchief.

I think the shopping
bots can do a bit better.

- There's a story
behind this bandanna.

- Yeah?
- And It starts like this.

You woke up in an alley.

-In an alley?

Where?

- [Lupe] With the
girl with blue hair?

-Blue?

- Blue!

(soft upbeat music)

And she loved you
more than life.

(soft upbeat music)

(sirens blaring)